Today's my birthday
and it's I, me, mine.
My ego's not in check
and this is a sign.
I'm liking fine whiskey
in my ice tea,
it gives me a jolt.
Makes this yesterday's
stallion feel like a colt.
I'm giving some thought
to what my Mother
went through,
I wish I could say
I was a good son
but it wasn't always true.
Just like the death of infatuation
kills the manners,
I want hats and *******
and mile long banners.
Today is my birthday,
it's not like it's my first.
Give me more whiskey
to quench my thirst.
I'm partial to all that
makes my skin crawl,
I'm not talking about morphine,
no not at all.
I'm alluding to a blank canvas
that I can't quite right,
no paint to splatter,
I'm feeling uptight...
Please bake me a cake
and sing me the tune,
another one will be here all too soon.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
Today's my birthday
and it's I, me, mine.
My ego's not in check
and this is a sign.
I'm liking fine whiskey
in my ice tea,
it gives me a jolt.
Makes this yesterday's
stallion feel like a colt.
I'm giving some thought
to what my Mother
went through,
I wish I could say
I was a good son
but it wasn't always true.
Just like the death of infatuation
kills the manners,
I want hats and *******
and mile long banners.
Today is my birthday,
it's not like it's my first.
Give me more whiskey
to quench my thirst.
I'm partial to all that
makes my skin crawl,
I'm not talking about morphine,
no not at all.
I'm alluding to a blank canvas
that I can't quite right,
no paint to splatter,
I'm feeling uptight...
Please bake me a cake
and sing me the tune,
another one will be here all too soon.
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